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cape girardeau weekly argus vol.-'vlll ape girardeau missouri/thursday june 16/1870 nq.\2 death of the beautiful hnsh step softly i the death-dew it falling ; the frail earth-flower lies damp in its bed ; an angel stands ready the perfume to gather ' '" the rose from her cheek already hath fled hr heart-throbs are warning her soul of its jonrnej hÂ«t pale lips are parted for breath . the waves of white light that gleam on her forehead - are flowers from tbe garden of death ; she lies as pale as fr.ost flowers in caverns whose beauties are wrapped in decay > she passed with a smile when the sunlight was fading and death left the smile where it lay -â€¢ her spirit hath shaken her beautiful dust ' 'â€¢' â€¢ ' from its wings as they spread in their flight f a shadow fails bnt it passetb away as dreams iv the going of night death's victor comes robed in purple and gold dyed in the juice of the ripened vine the grave is tbe press he trod all alone *: ia tears as the dropping of wine love on i.ove on love on the soul must have a shrine , > the rudest breast must and some ballow'd spot i tbe one who form'd us left no spark divine to him who dwells on earth yet leveth not devotion's links compose a sacred chain of holy brightness and unmeasured lengtti â€¢ the world with selfish rust and and reckless stain f may mar its beauty tut not touch its strength love on love onâ€”aye even tb<vuph the heart '' we fondly build on pro veth like the sand though one hy one faith's corner-stones depart , ] * and evep hope's last pillar fails to stand though we may dread the lips we once believed aod know their falsehood shadows all our days ; . who would not rather trust and be deceived than own the mean/cold spirit that betrays ? "< love on love oi*v though we may live to see -. the dark face whiter than its circling shroud though dark and dense the gloom of death may be * , affections glory yet shall pierce the cloud the truest spell that heaven can give to lure â€¢ the sweetest prospect mercy can bestow .. is the blest thought that bids the soul be sure twill meet above the things it loved below ~ '~ love'on love onâ€”creation breathes the words their mystic music ever dwells around !''â€¢'" the strain is teheed by urieuniber'd chords and gentle bosoms yield the fullest sound . as flowers keep springing through their daze ling bloom is oft put forth for worms to feed upnn t ~ . v so hearts though wrung by traitors and the tomb , shall still be precious and shall still love ou â– . 4 i Â» â– 1 , decoration dat under the sod and the dew ' i ' waiting the judgment day '. v * ' â– ... . under the blossoms the blue . - ' ."' under tbe garlands the gray so when the summer calleth ~- â€¢ on forest and held of grainy , s with an equal murmur falleth thecooliug drip of the rain ... , , ' â– under the od and the dew .".*' ' waiting the judgment day â€¢ ' â– â€¢ ~,._.Â». - love and tears tor the blue ~.* i tears and love for the gray the story of my love by m l p v % oh dear never was rain storm so unwelcome as the down pouring is to mo to-day thus i irene lowe lamented one stormy afternoon some years agone . and had ' i not ample cause read and judge i was a young happy girl of nineteen na ture had generously endowed me with good looks,'and educational ad vantages ' bad polished my\not de spicable . mental endowments for tune had favored me to the extent of a lovely home and considerable ot the wherewith to adorn it,and last but not least providence had blessed me with a loving mother my father had died while i was yet a child and my mother an . adopted cousin and myself had for many years resiled in a â€”. ' our pretty homestead lay nestled in the wooded hills and away to'the front of ua glittered the golden sanded beach with the blue sea stretching out to the horizon but the day my story opens the sea was dimpling and sparkling beneath the rain-drops and my quiet nook in the green wood was cheerless and even the primroses and violets must hang their grave heads and wince neath the pattering shower was ever any one so miserable about what young charley brainard had boen visiting at our house for nearly two months he was an american his mothe and mine were dear friends aÂ«nd the young gentleman in question had been travoling in eu rope for a year before entering tbe lists as a physician his intention had been to pay us only a flying visit but man proposes c and our house held an attraction more potent than was the prospect of fame at that time fine looking fair-haired brown-eyed a<nd noble hearted was charley brainard " for many years i had been betrothed to a young gen tleman then lieutenant in the english army he had been in india for three years and as i bad been in a distant city at school in all i bad not laid eyes on my selected lover for eight years my father aod his had arranged the compact and as my heart was unconcerned i naturally regarded the affair as one of honor not affection and somehow during charley's visit my heart had found its way to him and i bad learned to love him blindly heedlessly 5 even while my cousin annie's sweet face and changed manner had told me that she bad studied the same lesson from the same book and the night before when i came in from a long ramble with my hat trimmed in sea weed and my hands full of pink and pearly shells my heart full of love for one i knew i must never posses i sauntercdmnto the sitting room and r thero arm in arm-â€”i found charlcj i and annie imploring ray motbor'j j blessing upon tbeir united hearts i will you not wish mo j^y^of mj treasure whispered charley as he moved to where i stood stricken with a death-like quiet on the threshold his words aroused , me should he above all others he who had nev er sought my love know that i bad yielded my heart into his keeping certainly/1 wish you long years of happiness but you took me by sur prise standing like . a ghost in this twilight room are you not afraid the spirit of darkness now descend ing portends shadowed bliss */. ~ away croaker laughed charley but my sensitive cousiq murmured lizzie don't jest so . v â– " . ! - well 1 have a ' treasure i have gathered as well v as you mr brai nard ; my sea-weed-and shells for my little museum and t would fain be alone to arrange it so saying with laughing voice , but quivering heart-strings i left the lovers togeth er ~., ; ~ ob what a night of agony ! and the next morning when my whole soul cried oat for solitude and the sympathizing silence of,the deep green woods the rain dashing against my window and my tears flowing in unison i wandered through the ball toward the parlor and as i reached it the sound of happy laugh ter greeted my ears they do not want me and i returned swiftly to my room at last i could stand it no longer ' .<;'

cape girardeau weekly argus vol.-'vlll ape girardeau missouri/thursday june 16/1870 nq.\2 death of the beautiful hnsh step softly i the death-dew it falling ; the frail earth-flower lies damp in its bed ; an angel stands ready the perfume to gather ' '" the rose from her cheek already hath fled hr heart-throbs are warning her soul of its jonrnej hÂ«t pale lips are parted for breath . the waves of white light that gleam on her forehead - are flowers from tbe garden of death ; she lies as pale as fr.ost flowers in caverns whose beauties are wrapped in decay > she passed with a smile when the sunlight was fading and death left the smile where it lay -â€¢ her spirit hath shaken her beautiful dust ' 'â€¢' â€¢ ' from its wings as they spread in their flight f a shadow fails bnt it passetb away as dreams iv the going of night death's victor comes robed in purple and gold dyed in the juice of the ripened vine the grave is tbe press he trod all alone *: ia tears as the dropping of wine love on i.ove on love on the soul must have a shrine , > the rudest breast must and some ballow'd spot i tbe one who form'd us left no spark divine to him who dwells on earth yet leveth not devotion's links compose a sacred chain of holy brightness and unmeasured lengtti â€¢ the world with selfish rust and and reckless stain f may mar its beauty tut not touch its strength love on love onâ€”aye even tb